Coming Home
I will kneel in front of the desk in my childhood room, sliding open drawers and exploring cubby holes.
Finding things I thought I would never need, but saved anyway.
Thinking now that I have a use for these long lost treasures.
I will reach underneath my bed and pull out clear containers.
They are full of nick-nacks and diaries, photographs and stuffed animals, erasers and note pads.
I will try to obey my mother and find some things to get rid of, but probably fail and put everything back in its place.
